The Crooked And The Psycho

"I-is there something wrong?"

Esmeralda asked, confusion knitting her brows as she watched Kaisen freeze in place, his expression akin to someone who had just seen a ghost.

Quickly recovering, Kaisen hastily pulled his boxers up and snatched his pants, his movements hurried and awkward.

"Em, I'm sorry that I disturbed you and forced you into things you don't want to do. Forgive me. Not anymore."

He stammered, as he hurriedly pulled up his pants and grabbed his shirt from the bed.

"W-what are you talking about?"

Esmeralda's heart pounded with fear at Kaisen's sudden change of heart.

She searched his eyes for any hint of deceit but found none.

His words seemed genuine, spoken from the depths of his heart.

And that terrified her more than anything.

Was he really going to leave her?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and a pang of desperation clutched at her chest.